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No damage taken. I'll roll my miss chance here too

bite, 1 misses: 1d10 ⇒ 2
claw, 1 misses: 1d10 ⇒ 10
claw, 1 misses: 1d10 ⇒ 2
gore, 1 misses: 1d10 ⇒ 1
Tailslap, 1 misses: 1d10 ⇒ 3

Does Usawoti's heal get through? As in - is there wild magic screwing up the check, since for Cure Critical, 20 is insufficient DC.

Damn, only attack that hit missed due to miss chance. Oh well.

Also, I have uncanny dodge, so technically my AC is 42, flatfooted or not. Should have applied it to last elemental fight, but lazy to retcon.

At 2nd level, an archaeologist gains uncanny dodge, as the rogue class feature of the same name.

Primal magic, yo!
Concentration check super-needed.
DC for 'critical' is 15+(4*2) = 15+8 = 23. WELP.
>.<

As Usawoti seeks to help his friend, magical force spark in a powerful surge from the man, and run wild.

Magical forces surge outward, spiraling across the region in a burst of wind and spreading sickly pale purple light parting the fumes and gasses.

Hey! Gas is gone. Enjoy that? Hmp. Just after I updated, too...

Usawoti - you believe the healing worked; it will be that way for 1 round. Inarus, you know that it did not.

Inarus grows large and strong increase size category by 1, and everything that goes with that, as white dragon begins wailing.

Something of the surges wrap about the deceased flower-woman, and the burned section of her vines quickly begin sprouting, but then transforming into a black, twisted oozing and fleshy thing, pulsing with malevolence, shuddering up along the length of the the formerly thorny vines toward the frosted bulb and leaking female figure inside. "no please hel-" is heard before the very bulb the flower-woman is sitting within... inverts itself, swallowing its own substance as a toothed fleshy something gulps and forms across the surface, consuming the previous creature, even as it cries for help. What is left is a horror - a nightmare to behold.

A cry for help can be heard still emanating from within, even as the monster begins to struggle to rise.

For its part, the dragon rears up as the wind and light strike it.

"D̩͓̼̫E͍̺̯̜̖͙V̻͕O̳̫̯͎̣̳̱-̟͕̗̦̳͖̣Ur-no"

Something was happening.

The creature's voice cracked and seemed... normal, for a dragon.

It wails pitiably, its eyes going dull and its flesh even more pallid and diseased. It reaches its claws forth, and, slapping its face first with its tail weakening the area, rips out a portion of it's own face in obvious horror and remorse, flinging it 1d3 ⇒ 3 at Usawoti.

The gore sticks the barbarian, and begins worming its way inside him - almost as if trying to be devoured by him - and it fuses and binds to his own, seamlessly.

Usawoti: though you're still shaped pretty much exactly like Usawoti, you now have some white scales and a draconic eye on the side of your face. This gives you a +1nAC, and pretty rocking senses: darkvision 300 ft., blindsense 90 ft., lowlight vision (x3 instead of x2), and scent. I'll let you choose how noticeable this is, and, heck, why not - feel free to choose to have a bite attack, or not, your option; GM's fine either way. You're not sure if it's long term or not.

Inarus and Usawoti, the primal magic suddenly snaps, and that distinctive shiver passes through you - it's gone, though it's effects still linger on.

Its remorse vanishes in a growl of hunger from its intestines, and it spins on Inarus.

"n͎̠̮̞͉͙-nó̤̥͎͝h ̶̷̸̙̮̟̻̻ͅm-m-m̢̜̱̩̺͘e͏̲͕̘r̛̲̩̻̰̥̭̳͢sii" it agrees, stupidly, toward the fellow dragon.

Inarus, it's you're go here. After your turn...

Then it attacks!

Roll twice, take the lower...!
Bite: 1d20 + 29 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 29 + 3 = 49 or Bite: 1d20 + 29 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 29 + 3 = 42
Damage: 2d6 + 20 ⇒ (5, 2) + 20 = 27

Claw: 1d20 + 28 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 28 + 3 = 42 or Claw: 1d20 + 28 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 28 + 3 = 45
Damage: 1d8 + 13 ⇒ (1) + 13 = 14

Claw: 1d20 + 28 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 28 + 3 = 45 or Claw: 1d20 + 28 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 28 + 3 = 51
Damage: 1d8 + 13 ⇒ (8) + 13 = 21

Wing: 1d20 + 23 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 23 + 3 = 40 or Wing: 1d20 + 23 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 23 + 3 = 38
Damage: 1d6 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9

Wing: 1d20 + 23 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 23 + 3 = 34 or Wing: 1d20 + 23 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 23 + 3 = 29
Damage: 1d6 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8

Tail Slap: 1d20 + 23 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 23 + 3 = 41 or Tail Slap: 1d20 + 23 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 23 + 3 = 46
Damage: 1d8 + 20 ⇒ (5) + 20 = 25

This is the only turn it gets - it spent a round clawing half its face out.

It's AC is down to 22!

Also, it should totally have been doing cold damage. Not gonna retcon that, but Usawoti, if you're adjacent, you'll take 1d6 per each of its turns.

To clarify the scene: the primal magic just cleared the air, literally, but left behind a pale purple light. The plant lady was somehow swallowed by a new monster that she transformed into and/or that just ate her whole (and she seems to be trapped inside of), and that monster seems to be trying to rise, but seems to be extremely... jittery, and unable to move well or correctly, struggling to even stand on the slick floor. The white dragon ripped out a portion of its face (dealing damage to itself) and flung it at Usawoti, which stuck to the barbarian and grafted itself into him. Inarus has a turn. After Inarus' turn, unless something prevents this, the dragon will full attack Inarus. It will then be Usawoti's turn; he will have to move 20 ft. to flank the dragon, and will not provoke AoOs to do so, but must decide if he's dealing with that, or the weird monster that literally came into existence next to him.

Oh, and music starts playing from nowhere for some reason... (for about half an hour, though that's not obvious, yet).

Oh, and Inarus is huge now.

I need the stat modifiers for AC loss and str bonus. I've never been huge before. Sowwie! A rough check gives me -2 for ac, I don't know how much strength and to hit I'm getting.

But... but... you wanted a roc as a pet!
*fake-grumbles*... fine... if I can get my daggum internet to let me post. This will be the third time submitting the stuff in the spoiler for my own purposes...

For Inarus: link one, link two. Note, your character may well age, soon - this size increase may-or-may-not-hint be part of draconic age category shenanigans. So take the simple update with a measured grain of salt.

Also, correction: the enemy AC is now down even more, now - to a mere 22! That primal surge was not his friend...

Final thing that you won't like: you've identified that purple light. It's an aura of unluck - everything within must roll d20 checks twice and take the lower. That said, I've updated the full attack above - take the lower of each set of d20 attacks. Oh well, miss chance goes out, unluck comes in. "Hello to the new government, same as the old government." as it were...

Animal companion Rocs do NOT get Huge. Ok. Trying to focus now. I take another -1 to AC and attack. Lets go get to business then. I'm ok with the size modifier for natural attacks - I was just wondering if the stuff that made me huge increased str/con etc. Most PCs don't get to go huge except by magic shape change spells!

Yes, in fact, it does. See the monster chart thingy in the second link for details.

GM stuff

"Usawoti! What have you done?!" The dragon screams at his friend, as he sees disaster unfold before his eyes. "No, please, no!" He wails as the vines swallow the woman inside. 'I failed her! I brought this fate upon her! Damnit what the hell can I do to fix things!'He thinks desperately. 'If there's naught left, then there's always vengeance,' He fills his body with magic as he strikes against the white dragon.

bite,PA, archaeologist luck, heroism: 1d20 + 19 - 4 + 3 + 2 - 1 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 19 - 4 + 3 + 2 - 1 + 4 = 33,
bite,PA, archaeologist luck, heroism, reroll: 1d20 + 19 - 4 + 3 + 2 - 1 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 19 - 4 + 3 + 2 - 1 + 4 = 36
dmg: 2d8 + 33 ⇒ (7, 5) + 33 = 45
claw,PA, archaeologist luck, heroism: 1d20 + 19 - 4 + 3 + 2 - 1 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 19 - 4 + 3 + 2 - 1 + 4 = 33, claw,PA, archaeologist luck, heroism, reroll: 1d20 + 19 - 4 + 3 + 2 - 1 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 19 - 4 + 3 + 2 - 1 + 4 = 34
dmg: 2d6 + 24 ⇒ (1, 2) + 24 = 27
claw,PA, archaeologist luck, heroism: 1d20 + 19 - 4 + 3 + 2 - 1 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 19 - 4 + 3 + 2 - 1 + 4 = 41,claw,PA, archaeologist luck, heroism, reroll: 1d20 + 19 - 4 + 3 + 2 - 1 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 19 - 4 + 3 + 2 - 1 + 4 = 32
dmg: 2d6 + 24 ⇒ (2, 6) + 24 = 32
gore,PA, archaeologist luck, heroism: 1d20 + 19 - 4 + 3 + 2 - 1 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 19 - 4 + 3 + 2 - 1 + 4 = 32,gore,PA, archaeologist luck, heroism, reroll: 1d20 + 19 - 4 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 19 - 4 + 3 + 2 = 22
dmg: 2d8 + 24 ⇒ (6, 1) + 24 = 31
tailslap,PA, archaeologist luck, heroism: 1d20 + 14 - 4 + 3 + 2 - 1 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 14 - 4 + 3 + 2 - 1 + 4 = 38, tailslap,PA, archaeologist luck, heroism, reroll: 1d20 + 14 - 4 + 3 + 2 - 1 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 14 - 4 + 3 + 2 - 1 + 4 = 21
dmg: 2d8 + 18 ⇒ (6, 1) + 18 = 25

Any character who gains any sort of luck bonus (such as that granted by a luckstone or divine favor) is immune to the pugwampi unluck aura. Archeologist luck is a luck bonus. I'm immune.

It appears I have been using huge for the base damage (copy pasted from the statblock given). There are no further adjustments. I adjusted for str bonus. Edit: Adjusted to gargantuan damage.

Edit: I have knowledge everything lol! And yes I can make DC 23 with take 10.

The base damage was increased for other reasons. You've been treating them as one size larger than they appear on the generic stat-block, but that's because of a thing that Dishadraluongg had going on, and... you know, I really don't remember, anymore, exactly how that happened, so I'm just going to leave it and look it up later. XD

Also, the creature that "ate" the flower woman would be able to be identified by you, via DC 23 dungeoneering.

If you've got it, that means you know it's a dwiergeth.

If other dragon isn't dead, I take 19 points of damage after DR.

It is not, though it's a close thing; aaaaalllllsssssooooo, I can't see your DR anywhere - what is it, again? If it's DR/magic it works, but DR/alignment or DR/- is ignored.

Also, do your weapons count as <good> by any chance?

That no, sorry. Let me adjust hp total

Oh and forgot to do it with all the size changes and stuff just now.

"Usawoti! What the hell has happened to you?!" He screeches horrified as he watches the gore burrow into his friend, transforming his friend into a half draconic hybrid.

I will sort out how he looks in a jiffy

What the heck is happening, did he just throw his face at me? What did the flower lady turn into? did Inarus just get bigger?' Usawoti looks around trying to figure out what is going"What do you mean what have I done, I healed you your welcome!" looking at himself, he answers, his voice sounding a little panicked. "I don't know what has happened, we will figure it out after we get out of this mess!" Not likeing the look of the new form the plant woman took, Usawoti swings his hammer at it.

need to make two rolls due to the luck thing right? I am assuming the monster is evil...

Full attack: + 1 Holyflaming earth breaker (PA, FF, WF, WV, WS)
attack: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (13) + 12 = 25
attack: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (20) + 12 = 32 for damage: 1d12 + 6 + 9 + 1 + 2 + 1d6 + 2d6 ⇒ (12) + 6 + 9 + 1 + 2 + (5) + (1, 3) = 39

attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15
attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24 for damage: 1d12 + 6 + 9 + 1 + 2 + 1d6 + 2d6 ⇒ (5) + 6 + 9 + 1 + 2 + (2) + (3, 4) = 32

I forgot the two level negative adjustment, let me subtract a couple of points

"Look, I've just grown to twice my size, and you made the other creature rip off its face and throw it at you! And you know, you've got white dragon scales on your face now, and a dragon eye! And you said you didn't do anything!" Inarus gives an exasperated growl.

that's not all, my brain isn't right, I've forgotten...things,' Usawoti nods his head as he swings his hammer. "Weird right! Just when I cast my healing spell on you this thing shows up, you get huge and the white one starts clawing at itself. What's worse is it sounds like the plant lady is alive inside this thing, and my vision is changing where the dragon hit me with the handful of flesh." Turning quickly, he looks at his friend, as he continues to grow, almost too large for the room. "Did you say part of the dragon has stuck to me? Would that make my vision change and my teeth feel funny?"

On the flip side of this questioning, did anything odd happen to Mope or is he still bleeding out? I'm not sure how much to subtract for him so I am rolling his as normal an we can subtract off whatever the numbers are. he is now @ -5
stabilize: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20

"Actually...It doesn't look all together THAT bad. But, I might be biased. You're asking a dragon."Inarus comments. "Don't know what other people would say though."

Mope is ehh complicated. There's one negative level so we're looking at a -1 to all ability checks, -5hp from the neg level itself. So according to my calculations, we're looking at a 1d20-11, in which the save would fail... well, according to my calculations.

Thing is totes evil. Mope is still bleeding out, at present, buuu~uuut... that's mostly because I forgot to roll stuff. It's kind of like the leaves, vines, branches, and berries you guys sprouted - they were forgotten (and, in fact, faded after half an hour, but I should have clarified at the time)... which actually kind of works, as primal stuff sometimes might well be "delayed" for reasons. So anyway, the lack of Mope-targeting is about to be fixed, now. Also, because of internet problems, it was easier to do that in-person, manually.

Mope heaves a pained sigh. As the horse's body shudders from the wracking cold and deadly life-devouring essence of a mad, dying dragon, and the last vestiges of the mysterious primal magic flare within the beast.

As Usawoti attempts to fend off the abyssal horror that has grown before him, the nearly-dying horse suddenly bursts into a puff of smog - the same smog as those elementals were of - and begins galloping around the room, slamming happily into his master and vanishing from sight. There lies a peculiar stone on the ground where once Mope was.

Usawoti, you now have a highly mobile Mope tattoo. You can generally tell him what to do, but he can also make his own choices. He will probably choose to remain as a tattoo most of the time. If he leaves, it'll be like Mope in a gaseous form spell; otherwise, he's considered part of you. If you wish to summon him as a mount, you may do so at any time, gaining the benefits of the mount spell, the phantom steed spell, or the summon totem spell - all horses so-conjured are Mope. He is no longer dying.

The primal joy of his horse surging through his veins, Usawoti swings and slams into the creature, twice dealing critical blows to the monstrosity each swing!

Yes, that's correct.

hit points: 175 - 39 - 39 - 32 - 32 = 33

A final successful push may well fell the monster before the righteous barbarian!

"Come, my master!" sings the living spirit of Mope into the mind of Usawoti, "Let us destroy this evil!"

I'll explain more, later, but that's what you know, for now.

”Noooooooo!” Inarus howls with grief as Mope shudders from the wracking cold and deadly life-devouring essence of a mad, dying dragon, then bursts into a puff of smoke. ”I’m sorry, Mope, I shouldn’t have brought you in here. I should have left you outside the tower!” Part of his mind berates him, ’You could have Dimension Doored Mope out of this place to the safe island and flew back in. But did you? No. You lead him to his death, because you were selfish and thought that you might need him in the tower. Keystone business and all.’ He conceals those thoughts from Usawoti, not knowing what his friend would think of him if he could have saved his horse, but chose not to. ”I’m sorry! If I could, I’d make it up to you, somehow!” He picks up the stone and clutches it close to his chest, weeping.

The white dragon, teetering, declares "s-s-ssstttaaaarrrrvvvviiiinnnggg"

... but, pathetically, it seems to be speaking on instinct and habit, with no real understanding.

It's fury, however, nearly mindless as it seems, is all too real.

Bite: 1d20 + 29 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 29 + 3 = 49 or Bite: 1d20 + 29 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 29 + 3 = 35 Damage: 2d6 + 20 ⇒ (6, 2) + 20 = 28

Claw: 1d20 + 28 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 28 + 3 = 49 or Claw: 1d20 + 28 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 28 + 3 = 50
Damage: 1d8 + 13 ⇒ (3) + 13 = 16

Claw: 1d20 + 28 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 28 + 3 = 40 or Claw: 1d20 + 28 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 28 + 3 = 38
Damage: 1d8 + 13 ⇒ (1) + 13 = 14

Wing: 1d20 + 23 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 23 + 3 = 43 or Wing: 1d20 + 23 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 23 + 3 = 30
Damage: 1d6 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12

Wing: 1d20 + 23 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 23 + 3 = 41 or Wing: 1d20 + 23 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 23 + 3 = 33
Damage: 1d6 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9

Tail Slap: 1d20 + 23 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 23 + 3 = 42 or Tail Slap: 1d20 + 23 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 23 + 3 = 27
Damage: 1d8 + 20 ⇒ (5) + 20 = 25

AC 22, DR 10 you've proven unable to penetrate, and 48 hp left. I'm pretty sure this is the final round for him.

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The dwiergeth monstrosity finally surges upward, and assaults the man with a holy hammer!

Attack!: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (10) + 19 = 29 or Attack!: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (2) + 19 = 21
Damage!: 4d6 + 11 ⇒ (6, 2, 4, 2) + 11 = 25
Grab? v. CMD: 1d20 + 25 ⇒ (6) + 25 = 31

Attack!: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (18) + 19 = 37 or Attack!: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (2) + 19 = 21
Damage!: 4d6 + 11 ⇒ (6, 4, 6, 3) + 11 = 30
Grab? v. CMD: 1d20 + 25 ⇒ (10) + 25 = 35

Usawoti's turn.

Usawoti, roll twice and take the better; ignore the unluck aura. If you threaten a crit, you automatically confirm. You have 1d3 ⇒ 1 rounds of this effect left.

And now, if things still live, it's Inarus's turn, and/or that other dragon, but I find it unlikely.

well that is superbly cool, now whose turn is it? I will go ahead and roll the next attack

'Doesn't look all that bad?....What is happening to Mope? He was bleeding and needed help but this is something else entirely.' Seeing Mope shudder and burst into smoke Usawoti gasps, then feels the primal joy surging through his veins as he smashes his hammer into the creature. Feeling Mope speak to him more than hearing it, Usawoti raises his hammer to strike at the beast again.

Full attack: + 1 Holyflaming earth breaker (PA, FF, WF, WV, WS)
attack: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (5) + 12 = 17
attack: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (19) + 12 = 31 for damage: 1d12 + 6 + 9 + 1 + 2 + 1d6 + 2d6 ⇒ (4) + 6 + 9 + 1 + 2 + (5) + (4, 3) = 34
attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21
attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13 for damage: 1d12 + 6 + 9 + 1 + 2 + 1d6 + 2d6 ⇒ (11) + 6 + 9 + 1 + 2 + (4) + (5, 5) = 43

I think you bth ninja'd my post

Ooh! GM with ninja levels, engage! Also, you may both use the "dweorgeth dies" spoiler! And Usawoti gains another use of his gluttony power from the bridge!

Now for Inarus to bring it home...

If Hungerfrost dies, drop out of initiative; the battles are done, for now.

Plant grrrrl might be making a sort of come back, soon... -ish.

Inarus turns on the white dragon. "For all you've done...for all my friends you've slain, I'll rip you apart!" He snarls as he channels his magic throughout his body and tears into the white dragon.

bite,PA,heroism: 1d20 + 19 - 4 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 19 - 4 + 2 = 30
Reroll bite,PA,heroism: 1d20 + 19 - 4 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 19 - 4 + 2 = 32
dmg: 2d6 + 22 ⇒ (5, 6) + 22 = 33
claw,PA,heroism: 1d20 + 19 - 4 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 19 - 4 + 2 = 25
Reroll claw,PA,heroism: 1d20 + 19 - 4 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 19 - 4 + 2 = 30
dmg: 1d8 + 15 ⇒ (5) + 15 = 20
claw,PA heroism: 1d20 + 19 - 4 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 19 - 4 + 2 = 25
Reroll claw,PA,heroism: 1d20 + 19 - 4 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 19 - 4 + 2 = 32
dmg: 1d8 + 15 ⇒ (5) + 15 = 20
gore,PA, heroism: 1d20 + 19 - 4 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 19 - 4 + 2 = 35
Reroll gore,PA,heroism: 1d20 + 19 - 4 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 19 - 4 + 2 = 18
dmg: 1d8 + 15 ⇒ (8) + 15 = 23
tailslap,PA,heroism: 1d20 + 14 - 4 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 14 - 4 + 2 = 22
Reroll tailslap,PA, heroism: 1d20 + 19 - 4 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 19 - 4 + 2 = 18
dmg: 1d8 + 11 ⇒ (3) + 11 = 14

'What is that' Seeing the tiny, tightly-closed bud of a flower, with four vines in hoops floating in the pool of gore left from the monster, Usawoti bends over picking it up in just enough time to hear Inarus declare for all my friends you've slain" then the slapping and slashing and the thudding as the white dragon falls into a puddle of it's own blood. Shrugging his shoulders Usawoti tells him "Well actually I'm not sure the beast killed anyone, Mope was turned into a spirit tattoo." Usawoti taps the place on his chest where he knows instinctively that the tattoo exists, then holding up the small plant "And I think the plant lady survived being swallowed buy the other thing."

Inarus savages the windpipe of the downed dragon with his teeth. "That was for Mope! And the Alraune!Performing CDG

dmg: 4d6 + 44 ⇒ (1, 2, 5, 6) + 44 = 58

"Mope didn't even have a choice! I dragged him into this mess!" The dragon sobs. "And if you had healed the plant lady earlier she might have been able to run away! Now they're both dead and its all our fault!" The dragon clutches the stone in his paws close to his chest and weeps.

"Mope turned into a ghost! That only happens when people die, right?" The dragon sobs. "And you only become a spirit when you're dead. So Mope's dead, right?" Tears start streaming down the dragons eyes, making puddles on the floor. "But that's not the plant lady, that's just a flower on a necklace!" He wails after Usawoti shows him the small plant.

'What is happening to Inarus, he normally is so stoic.' Usawoti looks at his friend and calls Mope forth so he may show him to Inarus. "See it's mope, he's not dead, he's just transformed." pointing toward Inarus' body and his own face. "Just like you and I are. The only difference is I think Mope has gotten a lot smarter." As the 'smoke' grey stallion returns to the tattoo on Usawoti's chest, he hands the plant to Inarus, "Trust me, see the bud in the middle, see how it Pulses with life. trust me, she'll be fine, you don't live long enough to be an evil blood sucking brain eating cannibal plant like that and die that easy."

Usawoti pulls out his wand. "So do you want me to try and heal you first? I think you are in worse shape than I am."

No one's been killed in front of him before.Do remember all his actions to this point have been trying to save his friends.

"Mope?" He touches the smoke grey stallion tentatively with a claw."Is that you?"" He asks tentatively."I'm sorry, Mope. I should have thought more about your welfare. I thought you'd be safer with me. I thought I could protect you! I'm sorry I got you killed!" He starts sniffling again.

He turns to the plant necklace, touching it with a claw."Are you there, milady? I'm sorry for failing you. Is there anywhere you want to be planted?"

"Some healing would be fine. But try not to blow us up, this time."

Inarus savages the windpipe of the downed dragon with his teeth. "That was for Mope! And the Alraune!Performing CDG

The creature dies in a burbling pain, and a brief moment of peace crosses its dull face, relieved, at last. Also, it's delicious!

And thus ends the sordid career of Hungerfrost!

Just for clarity: Inarus, on this most recent round, when you attacked the dragon, you gained the same effect as when Usawoti successfully devastated the dwiergeth. The actual primal magic zone is no longer active. But! You are in an unluck that afflicts d20s... except maybe not? Both of you seem immune... at present. Hard to say. Your choice if you want to stay there while you heal.

"Do not fear, my master's friend." says Mope to Inarus in a voice that only Usawoti can hear. "I am alive and very well!" Mope trots around a bit, showing off exactly how alive and well. "Though it is no thanks to those small edible people." the horse adds, miffed, "Or those winds. Honestly, who would think an ordanary horse should fly?" a pause, then, "I suppose I'm not ordinary anymore, but that seems to be the nature of this place; of course, I suppose I never was." he snorts. "Regardless, both of you - like the big edible people who smell good - have done right by me, I think, even if you are a scary barding covered snake with horns and claws." Mope adds to Inarus. "After all, I am now part of my master's own totem!" he adds, excitedly.

Only Usawoti can directly "hear" Mope, it seems, however, by way of their linked essence via hands, the sensation can be freely translated - effectively allowing Inarus to hear it in 'echo' of sorts.

The remaining plant bud warms in Usawoti's hand as Inarus speaks. When Inarus touches it, both he and Usawoti feel a brief moment of... peace. Also of eagerness. A heavenly scent comes from the closed bud.

You may wish to try telepathic communication, or some method of reading thoughts...?

And the thing radiates with powerful - overwhelming - magic, besides.

I need to share this with Inarus Usawoti reaches out to his friend, "Give me you claw Inarus, you should hear this." Grasping one of Inarus' 'talons' with his hand Usawoti lets the words of Mope echo through his thoughts then he decides to ask Mope. "Mope, you say the big edible people who smell good have done right by you, who was it that wounded you so badly and left you in front of the door and who helped keep you alive? Also did you see what happened to Shuvuu or Erevel?"

edit: also GM TL is this place a room or a hallway is there any place else to go other than out?

It's a long hallway. You came from "that way" by a vortex of air that has - literally just now - ceased, and both foes came from the other direction.

"Oh! Of course, Master!" Mope replies. "Indeed, after you left me with so many tasty things, and <bird-friend>" a visual image of Shuvuu is associated with the non-word thought, "we were quite happy."

Mope pauses here, to make sure his audience is still with him.

Then, "But eventually, a <music> happened and then a very beautiful big edible person showed up and we were even more happy. I do not remember much of what happened after that, until she was badly hurt, but eventually things were okay, and we walked a long time. It was quite happy and, though it felt weird, and I think one of them complained, I recall the creatures were tasty." he snorts and shakes his head at his own silliness.

"Anyway, after the <great sound>" an audio moment that reminds both of you of the chanting to reveal the various bridges is associated with the non-word memory, "and strange stink waters, two times, we walked to a big door. There, several of them began discussing things, and then arguing. I only saw it the moment it was too late, I'm afraid - the sharp thing was ripped from the sides of some of the shorter people, even when the bigger ones were talking. They jumped on my head and slammed it into a hard thing, and used their sharp things on my throat." Mope freezes for a moment, a shudder of discomfort and fury flows through him.

He continues, "Nothing happened for a short time, and then I was saved by a beautiful flower lady, before passing out. Though I was not awake, I know magic happened on me - I could feel it being eaten by my rock-self... well, former self, I guess. Thanks for preserving me as me, Master! I liked being a horse best of all! Anyway, lots of magic was used, but I needed seven specific kinds of magic; when that last proper bit was used, the magic flowed out of my rock self into something... an alter, maybe? Sorry! I was asleep! And that's when the rock-self was able to open the way." he nods sagaciously.

Turning to Usawoti (and Inarus), he then happily notes, "Then you came along, Master, and saved me several times, and preserved myself! And here we are!"

Mope is extremely thrilled to be able to recollect things with his master.

'That's excellent news and disturbing news all at the same time.' Usawoti looks from Inarus to Mope then lifts up the little flower bud and holds It for Mope to smell. "Do you remember the beautiful flower lady who saved you? Was she the same one who followed us in here? The one who followed us somehow was turned into this, does it still smell like her or does she smell different? Were hoping she is still herself though different, even as you are still yourself though different and Inarus is still himself though different. I though your sense of smell might help us know."

"Indeed, she smells the same as herself, but if you mean the flower lady who fell down, she is not the nicest or best smelling one, or the one that helped me. She was the other one that was there. There were three. They loved each other very much, and loved the bird and I, but they loved three others even more. And we were missing someone, I think."

Mope thinks for a moment.

"The prettiest and nicest smelling one was not feeling very good, I think, toward the end, though I can't remember too well during that time. And some of the little ones fell down and went into the water on the way there, too? It's hard to recall."

Strong emotions come over Mope's telepathy - emotions mostly of peace and pleasant tranquility. Emotions that feel identical to Shuuvu, via the empathic link right now.

'So this one isn't the one who helped him.' unconsciously Usawoti reaches into his pouch and draws out a carrot to hand Mope, as he draws it out his hand brushes up against a piece of dried rabbit he was saving for Shuvuu, 'Shuvuu, maybe Mope can tell us more about Shuvuu. Lifting the carrot he asks Mope, "I don't suppose you would still enjoy a carrot would you? I will try and make this the last question for me, Do you remember who bird is with?"

I don't know if you checked google translate for the meaning of Mope and Shuvuu it's horse and bird in Mongolian.

I didn't! That's great!

"Oh! Bird was with the prettiest flower-lady." Mope says, happily munching the carrot. "But you may always ask, Master! I am happy to be with you and helpful."

Usawoti nods his head, 'I don't think I would have ever guessed that.' He then looks at Inarus, "My friend is there anything you want to ask Mope? Like I said I think he is a lot smarter now," Usawoti unconsciously pets Mopes neck the same way he did when he was a flesh and blood animal.

after the questioning.
Usawoti smiles Mope would you return to your place, near my heart?' Once Mope had returned as a tattoo on Usawoti's chest he asks Inarus, "Are you ready to attempt healing? Oh and after we are done would it offend you if we skin the white dragon? I assume it would make great armor, if not for us then maybe the giants we befriended." Blushing a little "Or maybe for Yephima, she would look good in white. Stand still for now."

Usawoti removes the wand and begins tapping Inarus so fast the wand looks like a Metronome set for a speed metal band. Smiling as he sees Inarus' dragon body heal, Usawoti uses the rest of the wand on himself.

clw: 20d8 + 20 ⇒ (2, 7, 5, 5, 8, 2, 6, 3, 3, 5, 1, 2, 2, 7, 2, 3, 8, 6, 5, 7) + 20 = 109
clw: 4d8 + 4 ⇒ (5, 1, 4, 7) + 4 = 21

After any questions Inarus asks...

Mope is only too happy to oblige, and quickly surges back, joyously, to the place near Usawoti's heart! The shaman feels him there, strong and vigorous, and the man surges with his steed's emotions!

Usawoti: once I finish formatting it so it doesn't look like complete garbage (like it does now), I'll PM you the exact details of what Mope can do.

I'm off to pick up my Eldest from school!

I'm NOT eating a fellow dragon. That's cannibalism. I have standards!
Inarus resists the urge to eat Hungerfrost up, even as his mouth waters from the smell of the dead dragon.'I do NOT eat sentient species. I am better then that.'

Inarus looks at the ghostly horse with his mouth gaping open.

In telepathic speech - I don't know if you can speak normally to a spirit lol

"Mope...are you really happy as you are?"Inarus asks tentatively. 'It seems that Mope doesn't seem to mind too much...being a spirit' Inarus thinks to himself.'Then maybe I shouldn't feel so bad about the whole thing.' He feels some guilt ease off his heart."Big edible person?"He asks Mope incredulously. "So there was one big edible person who was joined by many big edible people who did nasty things to you."He begins to understand what has happened."Do you know where the prettiest flower lady and the bird went to?"

Out loud

"I think those fungus people used Mope to open the way in. I think there were a total of six people. Could Erevel be the beautiful flower lady?"

Telepathy to Usawoti

"You were right about the plant lady. I am sorry to have doubted you. But without knowing everything, it would not have been right to make any judgements prematurely."

Telepathy to the Necklace

"Milady, are you all right? Is there anything I can help you with?"

Inarus looks at the ghostly horse with his mouth gaping open.

In telepathic speech - I don't know if you can speak normally to a spirit lol

"Mope...are you really happy as you are?"Inarus asks tentatively.

"Of course!" says Mope. "I am more free and more smart than I have ever been in any iteration! It is good, and Master has a totem spirit from his very own Quah to aid him! This is good!" declares Mope by way of Usawoti.

"Big edible person?"He asks Mope incredulously. "So there was one big edible person who was joined by many big edible people who did nasty things to you."He begins to understand what has happened."Do you know where the prettiest flower lady and the bird went to?"

"There were three big edible persons, who loved to three slightly-less-big edible persons." Mope said. "None of them seemed to like the little edible persons, much - and no wonder! The little edible persons cut me with sharp things from their insides!" declares Mope.

He snorts.

Then, "I'm afraid I don't know what happened to the prettiest flower lady and the <bird-friend> - I was not awake![/i]" says Mope. "But the third pretty flower lady - not the one here just now, or the other, was the one who put stuff on me to keep me alive until master and you found me." he says.

Out loud

"I think those fungus people used Mope to open the way in. I think there were a total of six people. Could Erevel be the beautiful flower lady?"

"Well, they used the rock-me to open the way in." says Mope. "They didn't know how to do it very well, though." he explains.

"I can't be sure, but I think the little edible people thought my blood was needed to get in. How ridiculous! They are kind of stupid!" Mope laughs, generating a whinny-like sound, as mirth bubbles into your spirits... then shudders a bit, thinking of his near-brush with death.

Telepathy to Usawoti

"You were right about the plant lady. I am sorry to have doubted you. But without knowing everything, it would not have been right to make any judgements prematurely."

"I am glad you like her, too! She has been very nice to <bird-friend> and I!"

Thereafter, Mope dives into Usawoti's chest. Recall, even though Mope is a tattoo, he can still do stuff, like respond to Usawoti's queries and run in galloping motions around Usawoti's body...!

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Telepathic communication is technically only to Inarus, but I'm presuming that it is shared by Inarus across the link.

Telepathy to the Necklace

"Milady, are you all right? Is there anything I can help you with?"

In your mind, the jewelry seems startled.

"... lady" it responds to your telepathy, softly, shyly, tentatively, "... yes i see that is i" she accepts the designation. "your lady"

The sense of a slow nod of understanding. "once quigaz'ir'eter but she died and now i am become lady that belongs to you both and you both to i"

A pause, and the sense of blinking. "or am i wrong and you will fight over me or whatever it is you flesh do" she sounds apologetic and even more nervous than normal, "i do not understand your ways"

Then, "how can you help me" she ponders. "i could eat" she offers. It's clear she doesn't know how that works, either.

Also, Inarus, you've healed 109 hp. Again, no rush - it's not going to come into play tonight, I don't think, but :D

Telepathy

"What is a Quigaz'ir'eter. No, we wouldn't fight over you?"He projects back. "Why did you follow us down? And what would you like to eat?"

"quigaz'ir'eter was me" she whispers softly, shyly, in your mind. "i was quigaz'ir'eter" she explains, nervously.

"i am sorry to presume" she quavers at your rejection of fighting over her, "i simply thought all flesh was like the brutes" a pause, "please do not trample me"

At the offer of food, she perks up, mildly. "if you have fresh blood, putrefied meat, or perhaps some delicious waste matter, that could be ideal" she adds, still shy, but clearly encouraged, then, hedging, worried; "or i could simply have some water"

The ring continues to smell as she did - heavenly and of every delightful flower in the most pleasant of mixed scents.

"Hrmmm..." Inarus ponders out loud. He puts the plant necklace on the white dragon. 'Even if I don't eat dragon...probably something does. And plants decomposing things is more or less a natural phenomenon.Waste not want not.' He thinks pragmatically. 'Makes sense in a way. If he killed her previous form, its just deserts that she gets to eat him.'

Telepathy

"I wouldn't trample you. Not on purpose. But I am...sorta big. And not very used to my new size. I'll try my best to be careful." He assures her.

"This work? Else we'll probably need to wait till we get out of here."

'I will take the hide and have an armor made for YeYe.' After healing Inarus and himself until the wand runs out, Usawoti starts to skin the dragon. Carefully removing the hide, attempting to cut as few of the scales as possible.

survival: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (13) + 17 = 30

is Usawoti hearing the conversation between the two?

is Usawoti hearing the conversation between the two?

Yes, he is. Also, you skin the heck out of that dragon! You have dragon bones, dragon flesh, dragon skin, and dragon scales!

He puts the plant necklace on the white dragon.

The ring stays there for a few moments, but nothing actually happens. Eventually, Usawoti gets to work - the ring clearly isn't "eating" anything.

Telepathy

"I wouldn't trample you. Not on purpose. But I am...sorta big. And not very used to my new size. I'll try my best to be careful." He assures her.

"surprisingly thoughtful for flesh" she replies, "thank you"

"This work? Else we'll probably need to wait till we get out of here."

After a while, "i- i- i am very s-sorry, but it seems to do nothing" she explains, regretfully.

Telepathy

"Sorry, we'll have to wait till we get outside then, or maybe later, we'll manage to find something." Inarus makes it a point to remind himself to knock out the next living thing that attempts to eat him. He's got a new plant friend to feed, afterall!

"See, I told you you should have prepared the water creating spell." He pokes Usawoti.

He then purposefully moves down the tunnel.

'She was a flesh eating monster who preferred sentient beings. as Usawoti continues removing the hide of the dragon, "You could let her drink the blood of the dragon, it wouldn't be cannibalism since she is a plant. Either way let me finish skinning it I want to make a suit of armor for my bride. "

What do you do with the ring? Does Inarus thread a leather thong through it as an bracelet/anklet, or give it to Usawoti as either a necklace or ring? Do you just carry it, or put it away? Something else?

Aaaaaaaaaallllso, do either of you have a decent method of identifying magical items? Because, as Inarus would note with detect magic, that seems to be what she has become, now.